I have recently had a few memories that I feel are worthy enough to "blog" about. I really enjoy giving people a reason to smile and I think these few memories of mine, might do the trick....(that is if anyone reads this).
Once, my grandma drove through the car wash with her sunroof open. That's funny.
Once, I vacuumed out my whole car annoyed, because the vacuum wasn't sucking as much as it should....only to realize that the attachment I was using was an ice scrapper.
Right after I turned 16, I got my driver's licence. I was so excited to drive that I begged my mother to run any errands that she had. She needed a letter brought to the post office so I was her girl. I drove to the post office, parked the car, ran inside, dropped off the letter, ran back out to the car. After sitting in the car a few minutes, I figured out that I was sitting in the passenger seat. I drove there. The cool (driving) 16-year-old that I was, had to scoot over to the driver's side and drive away. Funny (now).
Once my family went to a McDonald's. I was 12 or so. We were in the drive through and the line was long. I had to go to the bathroom, so my mom or someone told me to go in and use the bathroom since the line was so long. I ran in and used the facility and ran back out. I climbed into a brown van like my parent's had at the time. I closed the door, looked up and didn't recognize any of the people in the van. I had gotten into the wrong vehicle. Again, embarrassing at the time ( so much so I wanted to die right then and there), but funny.
Last but not least.
I was sitting in my living room last summer enjoying a bowl of popcorn. The kids were up stairs playing quietly. I heard a knock at my door and I answered it. It was my neighbor wondering if Keyton wanted to play with his son. I visited with this dad for a few minutes while Keyton was getting his socks and shoes on. I noticed my neighbor was not looking directly at me. This for some reason felt awkward. After my neighbors left, I went back to the living room and sat back down. It was then I noticed the huge kernel of popcorn that was stuck in my cleavage. Now, I wasn't wearing a low cut shirt, But my shirt had repositioned itself drastically ( my luck), just enough to reveal the piece of popcorn stuck in there. Thankfully, my neighbor got over this incident because he will once again look me in the eye.
My friend Nikki likes these stories. I also like them because I like to laugh at myself once and awhile. Fortunately for me-- I get to laugh at myself more than most.
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